As said before, we live in an ocean of universal thought, and often we are buffeted about by repetitive worrisome waves, much to our chagrin. Yet, you have a choice of rewriting the thoughts in which your mind will swim, direct your boat of consciousness or allow your life to drift wherever it will, willy nilly.
Boat be still,
And fill my soul
With Humility,
Let me invent the means to master the emotions of my mind, and gleam incredible positive and practical perceptions of possibility from the rugged ramparts of my resplendent ruminations.
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